CHAPTER 33 Tanner Banks
Sex O’Clock
When she arrives at my house on Friday morning, she’s carrying an overnight bag likely filled with clothes she’s not going to need.
I grin at her and grab her by the waist to haul her into my house, and she laughs as she drops her bag to the floor and gives into a quick embrace.
Much too quick.
It’s short-lived as she presses gently on my chest, and it has the effect of pushing me away. “Rehab before romance, remember?”
I sigh as I force myself to let go of her. “How’s that going to work for you tomorrow morning when you wake up in my arms?”
She purses her lips. “We can do whatever we want until nine fifteen. Once I’m on the clock, so are you. We work until two forty-five, and then we’re free to, you know…”
“Get naked?” I supply, and she laughs.
“If that’s what we agree to, then sure. ”
“I agree.” I wiggle my eyebrows, and honestly, if she wasn’t here and I was missing my team’s first away game, I’d likely be in a much worse emotional state than I am. So I guess I have her to thank for that. She’s not just good for my physical recovery. She’s good for the mental and emotional sides of it as well.
She works me hard all morning, and it feels like some odd sort of foreplay. We move into strength training my quads. Leg day was never my favorite, but she makes it fun.
My brother and I chose this house in part because of the home gym, and Miller and I set it up with equipment that we’ll use even though we’d both planned to spend the majority of our time training with our teammates at the team facility.
Neither of us anticipated that one of us would be using it for rehabilitation when we bought this place.
I guess I’m glad it’s here even though I wish the injury never happened in the first place.
When lunchtime comes around, she pokes around in my pantry and my fridge for something to pull together, but she comes up short.
“I’ll order something,” I offer.
“Let’s cook dinner together tonight,” she says.
I nod. “Okay. We can order groceries instead.”
She chuckles, but it’s exactly what we do.
We’re sitting at the table with grilled chicken and fresh veggies for lunch a short while later, and the groceries come while we’re eating. She gets the door and unpacks everything for our meal tonight, and when she sits back down, I study her for a few seconds.
“You know, Miller didn’t believe me when I told him it was fate that brought you and me together,” I say.
She looks surprised as she glances up at me. “You think it was fate? ”
“I have this theory that people cross into our life multiple times. Sometimes we know it, other times we don’t. Like, for example, what if you and I had never spoken at the bar in Vegas? What if we hadn’t spent the night together? Would that have changed the course of whether or not I’d gotten hurt?”
Her brows dip as she narrows her eyes at me. “Are you saying fate caused your injury so it would bring the two of us back together?”
I shake my head. “No. I’m saying fate introduced you to me before my injury because it somehow knew that you were the only one who was going to be able to handle nursing me back to health.”
Her eyes seem to get a little misty at that, but she still gives me her standard Cassie answer. “You don’t think Rick could’ve handled you?”
“Sassy Cassie.” I chuckle with an eyeroll in jest. “But really…I don’t know who Rick is.”
“One of the other PTs at the practice who was not so thrilled when Dr. Hayward gave the newest VIP patient to the newest therapist on staff.”
“Why did he give you my case?” I ask.
“I think for a couple reasons. For one, I’m the only PT on staff with a degree and background in sports medicine. For another, I have a lot of patience, and working with a stubborn athlete is not always easy. And—”
“Excuse me? Stubborn athlete ?” I interrupt.
She widens her eyes pointedly. “Prove me wrong.”
I laugh and hold up both hands. “Touché. Did you have another reason?”
She lifts a shoulder. “I worked under him years ago, and he trusts my instincts. He saw it all come right back to me the first month I was at Motion, and that trust came right back.”
“Bet he never thought you’d end up banging your patient. ”
She laughs. “No, likely not. Though the only time we’ve banged, it was prior to you being my patient.”
“You won’t be able to say that after approximately two forty-six this afternoon.” I widen my eyes pointedly at her this time.
We finish our lunch, and it feels like the clock is barely moving as we continue my exercises.
My phone dings at two forty-five.
“Oh my God, did you set a sex alarm?” she asks with a laugh.
Instead of answering her, I stop the exercise I’m doing, turn off the sex alarm, and grab her around the waist.
“It’s sex o’clock,” I say, my voice low and raspy, and she laughs.
“I cannot believe you just said that.”
My lips move to her neck, and she grips onto my shoulders as she tilts her neck back to give me more space. “Tell me you’re ready for this,” I say, and I thrust my hips to hers to make sure she knows exactly what I’m referring to.
“I’m ready,” she says, her voice breathless.
“What’s the best position for an ACL tear?” I ask, my lips moving along her neck to her collarbone.
“Nothing with weight or pressure on the knee,” she says. “You standing behind me. You could sit in a chair and I could get on top of you. Spooning with your leg supported. Me on top.” She lifts a modest shoulder as if every new suggestion doesn’t pulse a painful, achy need right through me.
“I pick all of the above,” I say. I shift my hips again so she can feel how hard my cock is, and my lips drop to hers as my hand moves beneath her shirt and moves up to finally, finally get one of those perfect tits back in my hand.
I press my lips to hers as my other hand climbs into her hair. Her mouth opens to mine as we deepen the kiss, and her hand trails down toward my thigh as she touches me over the front of my shorts. I shove my cock into her palm as she rewards me with a moan right into my mouth when she feels how fucking hard I am for her.
Of course I’m hard. I’ve been hard since she walked out of my hotel room in Vegas months ago, and the only one who can alleviate the need I’ve felt for months is her.
My tongue batters against hers, our mouths both fully open as we make out in the weight room. I massage her tit as she massages my cock over my shorts, and it feels like this weekend won’t be enough.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get enough of this woman.
She moans as I squeeze her tit, and she responds by fisting my cock. Desperation lances through me, and as much as I want to spend the rest of the day kissing her, my body can’t take another minute here on the outside.
“Fuck, Cass, I’ve missed you so goddamn much.”
“I’m right here,” she moans against me, the desperation evident in her voice, too. “Fuck me, Tanner. Fuck me now.”
Instead of giving her what she asks for, I lower my hand from her tit down into her pants. I slip my finger right into her pussy, and she grinds down on my hand. She’s so hot and wet for me, and my mind has only one laser focus as animal instincts take over. I need to fuck her. I need to feel that wet pussy gripping onto my cock as I slide in and out of her.
I trail my lips from her mouth to her neck. “Are you on the pill?”
She nods her answer.
“Is it okay if I don’t use a condom?” I ask as I move my hand out of her pants.
“Yes,” she whispers, her voice a plea for me to do exactly what I’m saying.
“Take off your pants,” I demand, and she strips right out of them as I pull my cock out. It’s hard and heavy against my palm as I slowly stroke myself, a little come leaking out the top in anticipation of what’s about to happen.
I pull her shirt over her head and toss her bra to the floor, and she’s standing naked in my workout room. I glance around for the best place to do this, and I spot the back of a chair. “Bend over the chair,” I say, and she nods as she walks over to it. “Jesus, you’re gorgeous,” I say, admiring the view of this naked woman as she bends over and waits patiently for me.
I decide to play a little first. I run my hand along the curve of her hip and down her ass. I reach forward and slide my fingers back into her, and as much as I want to kneel down to the floor and suck her cunt until she screams, I know I can’t. She’d stop me from getting down on my knee anyway. This stupid fucking injury might stop me from playing football, but it’s not going to stop me from having sex.
She moans as her hips sway to the motion of my fingers, and I’m transported back to the last time I had sex.
I push two fingers in all the way to my knuckles, and her moans turn louder. I twist my wrist as I pull back only to thrust in again, priming her for my cock that’s so hard and ready for her. I reach around her with my other hand, her hard nipples brushing my fingertips before I take one in between my forefinger and my thumb, and she yells out.
“Oh, God, Tanner!”
“What do you want, Cass?” I murmur close to her ear.
“Mm,” she moans. “You. I just want you.” Her voice is nearly a cry, and I can’t wait a second longer .
I move my hands from her body as I position myself behind her, and I line my cock up with her slit. I swipe through her once, the heat and her scent nearly overwhelming, and then I slide into her.
We both grunt at my entrance, and it’s like I’m fucking home again.
“Fuck, I missed you,” I mutter as her cunt sucks me in and grips onto me so warmly, so tightly.
“I missed you too,” she cries, the end turning into a moan as she bucks backward into me as if she wants me deeper inside of her.
I grip onto her hips so I can control the speed and depth as I start to move. I bear as much of my weight as I can on my right leg so as not to anger the left, and I rock into her over and over again. She meets me in the middle, pushing back against me as the need to come starts to tear through me.
I push in as deeply as I can, and I reach around her to grasp one of those perfect tits in my hand. She bucks against me as I hold onto her tit, her sweet moans fucking music to my ears, urging me to keep stroking into her as deeply as I can.
I reach around with my other hand to touch her clit. “Tell me how it feels,” I murmur close to her ear.
“It’s good, Tanner. So good.”
“Do you like when I fuck this tight pussy?” I grunt.
“I fucking love it,” she curses, and Jesus, the words push me to fuck her even harder. I’m pummeling into her when she yells, “Oh God, Tanner! Don’t stop! I’m about to come!”
I don’t dare slow my pace even though I’m about to come, too. My abdomen tightens as fire rips up my spine, and I can’t stop the freight train as pleasure takes over and my body gives into it.
“Fuck!” I roar, and she screams out at the same time as come streams out of me and into her, jet after hot jet. We’re in complete unison as her pussy grips more tightly onto me, milking every last drop out of me as I give all of my pleasure over to her, and she gives me hers in return.
It’s both beautiful and sexy, and it bonds us even more closely as that feeling of falling turns into something else entirely…something it’s too soon for, something inexplicable. Something completely outside of my character and my history.
Something that could only be the other half I didn’t know I was searching for.
It’s her. She does this to me, and it doesn’t matter if it was two weeks or two years. I’m in a place I never thought I’d find myself with a person I didn’t think I was ever supposed to know beyond one intimate night.
Warmth hums through my entire body, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt closer to another human being before. We shared that one night in Vegas, and it was incredible, but we both knew what the expectation was. It was just supposed to be one night. It was what it was.
This is different, though.
She’ll still be here in the morning when we wake. And the next morning, too. And then she’ll have to leave, but she’ll be back, and we’re just at the precipice of whatever this could turn into.
And as we sit in the quiet eroticism of a brutal orgasm before either of us moves, it feels like it could turn into forever.
When both of our shudders start to slow, I reluctantly pull out. I reach down to feel the heat of my come as it spills out of her, and I massage her pussy gently for a few hot seconds before I grab her clothes from the floor and set them on the chair she was just leaning over.
She lets out a long, low sigh as she straightens, and I glance over at her as I pull my shorts back into place.
“Don’t get dressed on my account. I’m all for naked Fridays,” I say.
She laughs as she rolls her eyes, and I have a feeling we’re just at the start of the kind of weekend that I’ll keep on repeat in my mind until we get to have another one.